Very little time for blogging...reading is more compatible with my schedule at the moment, and my mobility. Yesterday I polished off The Eustace Diamonds by Anthony Trollope, a "permanent loan" to me from my dad. It had been a very, very long time since I read it. I was riveted, and could hardly be called upon to do anything that took me away from it for any length of time. I tend to forget how very rewarding--and entertaining--those big, thick Victorian novels can be!
Presently, for a change of pace, I'm immersed in a very solid historical romance set during the Restoration era.
Here are a few photographs of sights I've seen.
A historic church.
A country mansion.
A city mansion.
The smallest, most mournful, and also the loveliest of our McCallum family gravestones, located in a historic churchyard. It commemorates the loss of a young son. The bent and nearly broken rosebud is symbolic of the young life so sadly cut short.